Chapter Fifteen #2
His lips brushed hers—hot, sweet, reassuring—and hushed the warning voice in her head with the sweep of his tongue. His mouth possessed hers in a slow fuck, his tongue curling around hers as his dick slowly penetrated her, its girth much bigger than the two fingers he’d fucked her with moments ago.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
He gripped the back of her thigh and drew it higher until her knee rode his ribs. His dick inched deeper.
They moaned in unison.
So good. Why the fuck had she waited so long?
Eager for more, she hooked her other leg over his hip and gained another inch, this time not so good. She hissed against the burning pressure.
“Jesus, fuck, Jo, fuck…fuck.” Avery growled and rocked back.
“Don’t stop!” She locked her legs around his ass, recovering the length he’d retreated. A delicious friction as his pubic bone met her clit masked the pain with pleasure, eliciting another moan.
“Jo…wait…don’t fucking move. You’re really small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His concern pricked her conscience, but lust was driving her now. She needed to move, needed him to move. She needed whatever was waiting for her on the other side of one more thrust.
She squirmed, and her pussy clenched. His hips jerked, cramming her full of his cock. Pain seared through her, hot and sharp, eliciting a gasp.
It’s done. You can’t get it back.
He peered down at her. “Jo?”
Tell him. Tell him the truth.
“I’m fine.” She smoothed her hands as the discomfort subsided. “Don’t disappoint me now, fuckboy.”
Ducking his head on a low growl, he slanted his lips over hers and matched the frantic fucking of their tongues with the powerful pistoning strokes of his dick.
Every plunge forward scraped that inner knot of nerves and ground his pubic bone against her clit, shoving her closer to the raging inferno. Around and around, closer and closer.
Oh. My. God.
A burst of pleasure, white-hot and mind-shattering, unfurled from her core and blazed through her body. Her muscles locked. A feral keening cry escaped from her throat, only to be smothered by Avery’s relentless kiss. As relentless as his fucking.
Wave after fiery wave crashed over her. She’d never burned so hot. Never lost herself so thoroughly. Never felt so alive.
And just when she felt the cooling fingers of reality creeping in, his thrusts shortened and quickened. Little sparks of pleasure erupted, licking every nerve and drawing her back to the flames.
He slammed deep. His body tensed. He threw back his head, and a low roar that sounded almost painful echoed in her humming ears. His dick pulsed, shooting hot jets of cum into the condom as he plunged into the fire with her.
Jo floated until the last spasm passed, and her body melted into the mattress.
Avery’s head dipped, resting next to hers.
His weight settled, and she welcomed the closeness, the comfort, the dreamy state where nothing else mattered.
Not the pressures of day-to-day survival.
Not her crazy family. Not the stalker. It was just her and Avery.
Sorry, Grandma. If this is the hell you warned me about and Avery is the devil, I’m visiting as often as I can.
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Avery’s breathing slowed, and Jo stirred beneath him. He shifted, taking some of his weight off her. He was heavy. He should move. But the light touch of her fingertips trailing over his shoulders and down his back kept him motionless. That and the snug fit of her pussy around his dick.
She’d been fucking amazing, like wildfire in his arms. That tight little glove had taken a minute to adapt, but she’d taken him like a champ.
He lifted his head to look at her. “You okay?”
“Mmm.” The raspy purr was served up with a satisfied smile that stroked his balls.
His dick stretched inside her, ready for round two, and a slight wince replaced her smile, telling him she might not be. Maybe later tonight after he got her to eat. She hadn’t eaten anything since he met up with her and Linc yesterday.
He rocked back slowly, rolled off her to the edge of the bed, and bent to lightly kiss her lips, bruised from his kisses. “Be right back.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Jo yawned and curled toward him onto her side. “Cold.”
A tattered blanket lay in the corner. Not ideal, but it was all they had. He handed it to her and headed to the dingy but clean bathroom. She’d been busy while he was in the hall.
One hand braced on the wall behind the toilet, he started to remove the condom and froze. Blood smeared the rubber, his balls, and groin.
What the holy fuck?
It looked like he’d been stabbed.
No, not him. Jo.
Oh my god, Jo.
He sprinted back to the bedroom. She wasn’t moving. “Jo!”
“Hmm?”
He staggered to a stop beside the bed. “Please tell me you’re on your period.”
She frowned and pulled the blanket to her chin. “No.”
He yanked the blanket off her. Blood coated the back of her thighs. A few inches away, a crimson circle the size of a dinner plate stained the mattress.
He shook her shoulder. “Come on, Jo. Wake up.”
“What?” Eyelids heavy with sleep, she pushed up on one elbow and felt around for the blanket. “What are you doing?”
In all the confusion and fear, something else teased the back of his mind. Something she’d said about blowjobs and Murdick. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to hear about her going down on her ex. He’d been struggling to keep his dick in check, to do the honorable thing.
“I figured if I was really good, Chase would never make it past third base.”
No fucking way. She couldn’t be.
But that was a whole lot better than the alternative.
He sat on the bed beside her. “You gotta tell me. Were you a virgin, or did I just tear you apart?”
Those sleepy blue eyes cleared, and Avery ground his teeth. He had his answer.
She snatched the blanket back and covered herself. “What difference does it make?”
“One would mean a trip to the hospital. The other means you lied to me.”
She lifted her chin. “I never said I wasn’t a virgin.”
“You never said you were, either.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t something that came up.”
“Are you serious? You don’t think it could have gone something like, ‘Do we need to have a conversation? And oh, by the way, I’m a virgin.’ Or ‘Oh, Avery, fuck me, but hey, go slow because, oh yeah, I’m a fucking virgin.’ ”
“You told me not to think.”
He snorted as he shot off the bed and stared at her. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. She’d been a virgin, and he taken that from her. He hadn’t been gentle, either. He’d tried because she was tight, but…
His dick, which had shriveled the second he saw the blood, raged to life.
No, goddamn it.
Closing his eyes, he sucked in a calming breath, but guilt slammed into his gut.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I should have known something wasn’t right? But how the fuck could I? I’ve never fucked a virgin before.
But this wasn’t about him.
He opened his eyes and soaked in the scene. Jo, so beautiful in that just fucked way, tangled auburn waves framing her face and falling around creamy white shoulders, the blanket barely covering her tits.
And the goddamn bullseye stain mocking him from the center of the bed.
“Fuck.” He turned away from the remorse eating at him, grabbed his pants, and headed for the door.
“Avery?”
He spun around and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t fucking move.”
In the bathroom, he finally disposed of the condom and ran the tap until hot water flowed, which took too fucking long in this shithole. He cleaned himself and jammed one leg in his jeans, then the other, and wet another washcloth.
When he returned to the bedroom, she sat with her back to the wall, her knees tucked against her chest, arms hugging them close.
But anger still held him in its grip. Anger at himself for not knowing, for taking her so roughly. Anger at her for letting him. More than that, for encouraging him. “Lie down.”
She held out a hand. “I can do it myself.”
“I’m going to do it, and you’re going to let me.”
Her stubborn gaze held his for a moment, then her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, and she rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She slid down the bed, adjusting the blanket to expose her thighs. “This is ridiculous.”
Ignoring her, he nudged her knee with the cloth. She hesitated, then faced the wall, closed her eyes, and spread her legs.
As he gently washed away the evidence of her virginity, the fingers fisting the blanket at her waist relaxed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You should have had a choice. I should have told you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want…” She swallowed, hard.
Me.
The pain in the unsaid word sliced into him, cutting away a piece of his heart. Shit like this was why he didn’t do relationships. It was too messy, too heavy. He liked a clean getaway.
But he wasn’t ready to walk away from Jo, and for now, he’d carry her pain if she’d let him. It was only fair. She’d bled for him. He could bleed for her.
Avery tossed the rag on the floor, pulled the blanket over her legs, and lay beside her.
He gathered her against his chest and brushed soft curls from her face.
“I told you, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, and virgin or not, I would have had you.
But I would have slowed things down, been gentler. I would have taken my time.”
“And I wouldn’t have changed a thing. It was…everything Brooke described and more.”
Yeah, there’ll be more.
Just thinking about sinking into her had his dick hard, and he was grateful for the layers separating them.
“But I don’t want you to feel bad. It wasn’t that big a deal.”
“Then why did you hang onto it so long? Why didn’t you give it to Murdick?”
“Because I didn’t feel anything for him.”
Fuck. What? Maybe it was time to bounce.
“I can literally feel you freaking out.” She rolled her eyes. “Chemistry, dumbass.”
“Then why even let him get to third base?” he growled, and too late, he heard the jealousy in his voice.
How do I go from bailing to fucking possessive?
“Like I said before, the relationship was convenient. I never wanted to have sex with him. But with you…I don’t know, there’s this crazy attraction, so I thought, why not give into it and finally see what all the hype was about.
But I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t want me. You said you weren’t into virgins.”
“I meant sweet and innocent because, to be honest, I thought virgins were unicorn bait, and neither one existed.”
She peered up at him. “So we’re good?”
“Yeah.” He feathered his lips over hers, tasting her sweetness. “We’re good.”
“Good, because I haven’t felt this alive since Brooke and I climbed the fence of old lady Salsbury’s garden and stole one of her prize-winning watermelons.”
“What?” He rolled her to her back and grinned down at her. “You’re comparing my skills to the high of committing a misdemeanor?”
“It was a really high fence and a really good watermelon. But it was only the once, and I never did anything like that again.”
“Well, watermelon thief, I guess that means I’ll have to do better.” He stole in for a kiss that left him aching to take it further. When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed over. “And I should warn you, once is not gonna cut it.”